A Road of Peace

Years ago, I could hardly imagine the here and now of today.

It seems like yesterday that I was sitting in my walk-in closet on the floor crying for the ache that would not go away. It took months for me to realize what was happening, this grief, was going to be a road I needed to travel. Not a road I ever wanted to take but one that I was placed on. Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz and told to follow the yellow-brick road. I didn't know which way to go, which way to turn, where the road would take me. I was scared. Probably more scared though not to walk that road and stay on the path I was on. A path to nowhere that traveled in circles back to a beginning end.

Today, the road is passable. It's a road I will take for the rest of my life. I don't know how long the road is, only He does, but I can see my Emerald City in the distance and the streets are not yellow but GOLD.

The message here is to not give up HOPE that the road you are on can lead you back to a beautiful place. You can come through the woods to glorious pastures beyond. Pastures where there is beauty, where the air is pure, and where you can breathe again.

I'm not saying there will not be detours, that there will not be storms. I am saying that you can manage those obstacles and find yourself on a road of peace.

Believe me, when you choose hope, when you choose joy, when you choose peace, you will never want to go back to the darkness.

You can do it. You have to CHOOSE it. You can do it.